"Gramps is the best storytalk leader of our clan. I love it when he let's us join him in telling part of the story."
Carys did not hear her mother's impatient calls nor feel the sting of the ocean wind that chilled her arms where the roughly woven cape no longer reached her thin wrists. Her browned and bare feet scuttled among the pebbles and sand at the water's edge. Deftly picking up pieces of dry fire-feed, she stuffed them in her apron until it would not cradle one more fragment.